Jack King glanced at his watch and sighed with relief. He turned off his computer, locked the drawers of his cabinets and desk, turned off his radio, and stood up, yawning. He pulled on his jacket, picked up his briefcase, and stepped out of his high walled cubicle.
        At four, the office was already empty. It was a government building, after all, and a warm, sunny Friday afternoon.
        As he walked up the quiet aisle towards the elevators he felt a small tingling of excitement in his chest, and his groin stirred weakly in anticipation of the evening"s sport.
         He wasn"t quite sure how the hunting parties had begun. He and Bill had always resented the self absorbed, jumped up, arrogant little tarts who had, since junior high, ignored them for prettier, handsomer, wealthier boys and men. As they grew older their anger had only grown deeper, and, feeding off each other, they had idly plotted and suggested ways of getting their own back, of fulfilling their many fantasies, and teaching a few of the sluts their place in life.
          The first had been a Chinese girl, specifically because she was Chinese. Jack had majored in Sociology, and knew a good deal about the habits of minority groups. He and Bill had talked it over for quite some time, and he had been able to convince his friend that if the stigma against losing her virginity would keep any Chinese girl quiet about whatever they chose to do to her. A Chinese girl who wasn"t a virgin had little chance of becoming married - at least to a Chinese man. There would be enormous shame and loss of face were it to become known she had been "abused" by men.
          And just to make sure, absolutely sure, the two had made the experience so humiliating, so shameful, so degrading, that the last thing the girl would have wanted to do would have been to tell anyone what had happened to her.
          It had been exhilarating. The freedom to do whatever they chose to the beautiful young Chinese girl had left them both wild with excitement and the joy of power and sexual ownership. And afterwards, they"d looked for any sign of police knowledge. There hadn"t been any.
          That had been the first, but far from the last. And then Frank had become involved. Frank was an old friend of Bill"s, but Jack had rapidly grown to like his style, even if he was a trifle mean spirited for Jack"s taste. Jack, after all, resented the beautiful, brainless (in his opinion) sluts who acted as though the world owed them a living, but Frank - Frank hated them. That was all right, in its way. Frank had some very unique and imaginative methods for ensuring their prey kept their experiences to themselves, and often some darkly exciting punishments for the young pretties, too.
          He rode the elevator down to the garage, climbed into his car, started it up and drove home, wondering where to start that day. He'd have to discuss it with Bill and Frank, of course. They'd have their own thoughts on the matter. They always had to compromise when it came to the hunting parties. Still, they made a great team, each with his strengths and weaknesses.
          He turned into his driveway and got out, strode across the lawn and into the house, then went straight upstairs to the master bedroom. Susan wasn't home from work yet, and wouldn't be for several hours. She had ambition, did Susan, and worked long hours of overtime. At first he"d complained, but since he"d found other means of occupying himself, he had come to find her long absences convenient.
          Jack carefully removed his clothes, examined them thoughtfully, threw the shirt into the laundry hamper, hung up the trousers and jacket, and put the tie aside, before hurrying into the shower. He stopped briefly to gaze at his hairy body in the mirror, the thick, too strong jaw, heavy, barrel chest, and the belly showing the roundness of too much time behind a desk He chuckled as he fondled his thick cock, which hung down from a mass of black curly hair. That was still in great shape, the only part of him which got plenty of exercise these days.
          He showered quickly, munched a quick sandwich, then drove across town to the lodge
          The lodge was an old stone garage in run down, industrial section of town. Before it was a garage it had been part of an old factory. After the factory burned down there had been little use for the garage, and so it had cost them almost nothing to rent.
          Eventually the owners would sell the vacant lot next door, and probably the garage with it, but that was okay. They"d just move on and find a new home.
          The garage door slid up automatically at the touch of his remote, then slid back down again behind him as he pulled to a halt in the corner. He saw Bill's Chevy already there and looked around for him. He wasn't in sight but Jack knew he was already downstairs.
          He slammed the door, the sound echoing in the cold, empty stone room, and trotted down the stairs. The big steel door at the bottom had been pushed aside and music was coming from the lounge down the narrow hall. The basement had once contained offices divided by thin plywood walls. They had removed most of them but for a few small rooms containing specialized equipment. The centre of the room now contained a large screen television and VCR, large, comfortable recliners, a sofa, pool table, several old fashioned pinball games and, of course, a bar.
          "Good evening, Mister Smith." He grinned as he came into the room.
          "Good evening, Mister Jones." Bill grinned back. He opened the small fridge behind the bar, pulled out a beer and tossed it to him.
          Jack popped it and drank deep.
          "Where's our friend, Mr. White."
          "Keep your pants on, Jack. He'll get here."
          "What are you looking for today? Anything special?"
          "Not sure. I'm open."
          "I saw an incredible prospect a couple of nights ago."
          "Where?"
          "Just down the street from my place."
          "Don't be an idiot, Jack. You know the rules. Nobody who lives or works anywhere near us."
          "I know. I know. But, you should see this one."
          "There's plenty of young cunt out there, man."
          "So much pussy, so little time," a new voice said.
          "About time you showed up," Jack snorted.
          "Hey, Frank," Bill called, tossing him a beer.
          "How's it going, professor?"
          "Not too bad. Not too bad."
          "So, gentlemen, what are we looking for tonight?"
          "How about another smart ass college girl?" Bill suggested.
          "I was thinking of a nice, virginal little schoolgirl." Frank leered fondly.
          "There"s a nice edge to the panic on their faces," Jack admitted. "But they tend to be goddam tight. Too tight."
          "Why don't we just cruise and see what pops up?" Bill said.
          The three went back upstairs and got into the van, with Jack driving. The garage door rolled up and they drove out, headed for the hunting grounds.
          They saw a number of likely prospects along the way, but nothing they could agree on. Jack pulled up across the street from one of their prime hunting grounds, McGilford Junior College.
          The van they occupied was a five year old dodge, painted light blue. It looked like thousands of similar vans on the street, though inside it had been modified to some degree. There were, for example, several small holes in the side, which appeared to be from rust. However, small TV cameras looked out from them.
          The three men sat in the curtained off rear of the van, carefully scanning the prey as it exited the school.
          "There"s a likely contender," Frank said, pointing at a small blonde.
          The camera zoomed in on an adorable face, then a tight, round bottom.
          "What an ass! That's the roundest little ass I've ever seen!"
          "Nahhh," Frank said. "That's a bit small."
          "Are you nuts? Look at the tits on that whore!"
          "I'm looking for something with a bit more meat on her," Bill said.
          "That little cunt needs to be pumped!"
          "They all need to be pumped, Frank. We can't pump em' all."
          "Hey, how about that one there, the redhead?" Bill suggested, looking at a mini-skirted girl.
          "She's with people. We want one alone."
          "Yeah, we don't grab them from the middle of the flock, Bill," Jack said. "We pick em' off from around the edges."
          "Okay, there's one." Frank smiled. He focussed in on a brunette with masses of curly brown tresses. She was wearing a thin, tight sweater and jeans. The chest of the sweater pushed out firmly, displaying an ample bosom. Frank zoomed in on her chest and they watched them moving up and down as she walked.
          "Nice. Look at those tits jiggle," Jack hummed.
          "Gotta be nice'n big," Bill said.
          "And firm, nice and big and firm and round."
          The camera eased back and they watched her smile at another girl, then part at the sidewalk, going in opposite directions.
          "Nice meat on those bones," Bill said.
          "Swing that ass, slut," Frank said with a grin.
          "Tits like that... she's gotta get fucked."
          "Yeah."
          "I wanna fuck those tits."
          "Who doesn't."
          "Nice face, nice tits, from what we can see nice body overall, and she's alone. What say, guys? Should we bag this slut and show her what's what?" Frank said.
          "Go for it," Bill grunted.
          "Yeah, let's go grab the whore," Jack nodded, pushing through the curtain and starting the van.
          They waited for the girl to move a couple of blocks away, following her with their eyes. They started after, drove ahead of her, then pulled to the curb a half block behind her. Bill hopped out and started forward while the others watched.
          He expertly kept his pace, watching ahead and behind, keeping his eyes on the houses around them, then he suddenly accelerated, walking briskly. The van moved forward and pulled alongside the girl just as he reached her. The side door was open and she idly turned to look inside.
          Bill put one hand under her bottom, gripped her upper arm with the other, and heaved. The girl let out a yelp as she flew up into the van, but that was the only noise she could get out as Frank's hand clamped down on her mouth. Bill hopped inside, closed the door, and joined Frank as the van accelerated slowly forward.
          The girl fought desperately in Frank's grip, screaming uselessly into his gloved palm, but he outweighed her by a hundred pounds and she could do nothing but kick her legs uselessly. Frank had one arm around her, pinning her arms to her side, as he kept her quiet, grinning down at her from just above her head.
          Bill picked up the ball gag and nodded to Frank. Frank jerked his hand away and the girl opened her mouth to scream, only to have the ball shoved inside immediately. Bill put the strap around her head and snapped it, then he and Frank twisted her onto her belly.
          She continued to make terrified noises through the gag, to kick and strain against their grip, but they easily handled her, pulling her wrists together behind her back and cuffing them. Bill then snapped shackles around her ankles, and slid a thick leather strap around her legs just above the knees, jamming them together.
          They turned her over and smiled down at her.
          The all wore stockings over their faces. It did little to hinder their view of the terrified girl, but distorted their features sufficiently she would be unable to give any kind of real description to anyone, even if she wanted to.
          "Let's skin her now," Frank said in a deadly voice which had the girl"s already wide eyes bulging.
          "Hey, no way," Jack called from the drivers seat. "You don't do anything without me."
          "Okay, okay, relax," Bill said. "We won't touch her till you're free."
          They drove back to the lodge, the hunting lodge, as they'd taken to calling it. Frank and Bill eyed the girl, who continued to wriggle and moan and stare around her with wild, terrified eyes. Frank basked in her terror, chuckling as he watched her, and often letting his hand slide slowly and tauntingly over her body, just to make her squeal and twist.
          They drove into the darkened garage, then parked and jumped out of the van. Frank gripped the girl's legs and dragged her to the door, then lifted her up across his shoulder.
          "That was easy," Bill said.
          "Yeah, nice fresh meat, and we hardly had to work for it."
          "Not like that blonde slut last week, huh, guys?" Jack laughed, as they headed down the stairs.
          "Well, she was worth it," Bill grunted.
          "Hot little bitch, that one," Frank grunted. "Snotty fuckin' lawyer. Thought she was something special."
          "We showed her how wrong she was," Bill laughed. "She didn't think she was so hot with my cock up her ass."
          They laughed as they passed through the thick steel door. Bill hung back and closed it behind them while Frank carried the girl to the low, narrow table in the corner of the room. Whatever paint it had once held had long since worn away. It was chipped, cut, and scratched in a hundred places, but was made of thick, heavy wood just right for holding and skinning "fresh meat".
          The girl was dumped onto the table as the three men gathered around. She stared up, her eyes huge and filled with terror. But none of the men were looking at her eyes, instead examining with considerable approval the way her breasts bulged
          "Let's skin this whore," Bill grunted.
          Skinning the whores was done carefully. It wouldn"t do for them to have to explain torn clothes to parents, husbands, or roommates.
          Frank smiled cruelly at the girl, then removed the belt from her legs. He and Bill gripped a small, slender ankle and untied her tennis shoes, pulling them off and tossing them aside. Her socks followed, then Jack unfastened the shackles binding her ankles together. She began to writhe and kick, but her legs moved little, both ankles in the firm grip of two large men.
          Frank and Bill pulled her ankles apart and pinned them down while Jack let his hands slide slowly up her legs to her sex, squeezing and rubbing her there before rising to undo her belt and open the catch of her jeans. The three men watched in anticipation as the wriggling girl"s jeans were pulled slowly down to reveal a pair of thin blue, lacy bikini panties and a pair of firm, lovely pale thighs.
          Jack pulled the jeans lower, then tugged them down to her ankles as the others pulled her feet in together. In an instant the jeans were off and her legs were pinned again. The girl writhed, her upper torso twisting and turning as they looked on. Jack waited, then let his hands slide insolently up her long, soft legs again, exulting in the downy softness of her flesh.
          His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and he slowly began to peel them down, revealing first her lower abdomen, then, after a suitable taunting pause, her small thatch of brown pubic hair and sex. They all whistled and made approving noises as they stared, then he tugged her panties down and off.
          "A thong," he said, looking at them.
          "What a slut," Frank said. "Only a real whore would want to wear a thong with jeans."
          "A slut who really liked the sight of her own bare ass," Bill said.
          The half naked girl, face burning with shame, eyes wide with terror, looked away as the men began to slide their hands over her lower body, stroking, squeezing and caressing her inner thighs and sex. She cried out loud, her upper body jerking violently as Frank and Bill tried to slide fingers into her pussy at the same time. Bill relented, and Frank"s finger wriggled up into her dry entrance.
          "Not a virgin," he said.
          "Slut!"
          "What a fucking whore!"
          "Who you been fucking, baby?"
          The girl was dragged lower on the table so that her bottom rested on its edge, then both legs pulled out to either side, over the edge, and down beneath, where strong leather straps bound her ankles.
          "Sit up," Frank ordered.
          The girl stared at him in terror.
          He smiled, reached for her hair, filled his fist with it, and pulled.
          She screamed into the gag, rising quickly, half from the force of his grip and half from her own frantic efforts.
          Bill uncuffed her but held her wrists, twisting them and lifting them up above her head as Frank lifted her sweater and peeled it up her body and over her head. Her bra matched her thong, and that was quickly removed before she was laid back and her wrists bound down to either side of the table.
          "This is fine cunt meat," Frank said, being deliberately crude.
          The girl moaned, eyes bulging, body straining against the bonds holding her.
          "Nice... nice meat," Bill sighed.
          "Good quality cunt," Frank said.
          "It'll do," Jack said, licking his lips.
          The girl moaned through the gag, still straining at her bonds. The three men watched appreciatively, eyeing the shapely legs as they wriggled and bounced, enjoying the play of muscles along her abdomen and belly, and the indentations her ribs made against her flesh. Watching her breasts jiggle and shake.
          "You can tell she"s a real whore," Bill said.
          "Are you kidding? Look at her. She probably charges for it," Frank snorted.
          He reached down and cupped one of the girl"s large breasts.
          "Now that's nice tit," Bill said.
          Frank gripped the other, pinching the nipple so the girl cried out in pain.
          "Looks good, looks firm too."
          "Nice college girl tit, so fresh and creamy soft," Jack sighed.
          "Lookit those nipples, they're like strawberries."
          "Bet they're even bigger when she's in heat."
          "Bet these melons swell up too."
          The girl's head jerked from side to side, staring at them with wide eyes. Her skin was beet red with humiliation as the three strange men eyed and commented on her naked flesh.
          Jack slid a finger into her pussy, jamming it deep. The girl arched her back, twisting and wriggling as she whimpered and protested into the gag. Their fingers stroked and squeezed and kneaded the soft white flesh, enjoying the power they held over the luscious young girl.
          "I wanna fuck this whore right now," Jack grunted, his cock swelling.
          "Now, Mister Smith, you know the rules," Frank said.
          "Yeah, Smith. We'll get her later, when we got more time."
          "I got time now."
          "Not me. The wife's gonna be home and she won't let me leave tonight. She's got some goddam assholes comin' over."
          "That's okay, we'll enjoy her for you," Frank grinned.
          "Just let me pop the bitch. That'll keep me till tomorrow."
          "Who says you get to pop the slut?" Bill glared.
          "You popped the last one. It's my turn."
          "Ahh, let him pop her. She'll settle down once she's had a good fuck, anyway."
          "Who says he's a good fuck," Bill snorted.
          "Untie the whore's legs," Jack grinned, unzipping the blue jumpsuit he had on. "I want her on the floor."
          "She'll kick," Bill warned.
          "Not if she knows what's good for her," Jack said, glaring at the girl.
          "Why don't I introduce us to the little lady," Frank smiled.
          He moved up next to the girl's face and she jerked her eyes up to his. He smiled.
          "Listen carefully, slut. I'm Mister White. This is Mister Smith, and the hairy guy there with the cock sticking out at you, that's Mister Jones. Now then, Mister Jones is going to stick his cock into your hot little pussy.  There is absolutely nothing you can do about that, so don't even try or you"ll make us angry."
          Bill came up to the other side of the table, holding a riding crop. He slashed it down hard on the table next to her head and she cried out in fear, turning to stare up at him.
          "This's a riding crop, my little whore, and we use it on loud sluts to give them something to be loud about. Do you understand?"
          "What Mister Smith means," Frank smiled. "Is that you're underground, and no matter how much you scream nobody is going to hear it but us..."
          "But we don't wanna hear it." Bill glared. "So keep your mouth shut until it's time for you to suck someone's cock."
          "Crudely put, but you get the idea, don't you,' Frank smiled, caressing her right breast. He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it and pulling it upwards.
          "We own you. Until such time as we decide to let you go, if ever, you will do exactly what we tell you to."
          "Or else," Bill said, slamming the crop down on the table again.
          Jack unstrapped her wrists and let her sit up, while Bill unstrapped her ankles and pulled her to her feet. She almost fell but he held her with one strong arm, pulling her in against his naked body. She stared up at him in horror as her breasts pushed into his chest.
          "Hi, there, baby," he leered.
          "Mister Jones, please," Frank said. "We haven't even met the bitch yet."
          He undid the gag and pulled it from her mouth as Jack pushed her back, holding her at arms length.
          At first she panted for breath and swallowed repeatedly, saying nothing, staring from one to the other.
          "Please," she gulped. "Please let me go."
          They all laughed in amusement. Frank shook his head.
          "Do you think we went to all this trouble just to let you go? Jesus, you're a dumb little cunt."
          The girl recoiled from the crude words, whimpering in fear.
          "What's your name, slut?" Frank asked.
          "I"m not a slut! Please! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone! I promise! Just let me go and..."
          Jack's fist slammed into her belly, folding her in two and dropping her to her knees on the floor. She gurgled and choked and fought for breath, moaning in pain. She fell onto her side, all curled up in a ball as the three men looked down at her smugly.
          Frank bent and slid his fingers through her thick, curly hair, then massed it up and, with a big handful, closed his fist and pulled her upwards. She cried out in pain as her hair was pulled, but was forced upwards, first to her knees, then to her feet again.
          "No need to be so harsh, Mister Jones," he said. "Now then, slut. Tell us your name."
          "L...L...Lis...aaaaa," she gasped.
          "Lisa, a good name for a slut," Frank nodded.
          "I'm not a slut," she wailed, bursting into tears.
          "String her up and let's whip some obedience into her," Bill said.
          "And scar this pretty flesh before we've had a chance to enjoy it?" Frank chided. He slid his hand up and down across her breasts, cupping and squeezing them slowly and admiringly.
          "Then fuck the whore, Jones, and we'll go home," Bill said.
          Frank nodded. "All right, slut... Lisa... Now I want you to do something for me. Will you be a good little whore and do what you're told, or do we have to beat some sense into you?"
          She continued to sob, not answering. He frowned, sliding his hand up around her throat and slowly squeezing his fingers closed. She pulled weakly, trying to free herself, but could do nothing as her head began to throb and her face turned red.
          He let her go and she drew in great, shaking breaths.
          "Are you going to be a good little slut?" Frank asked mildly.
          She nodded her head up and down.
          "Say it then. Say, I'll be a good little slut."
          "I... I... I'll be a... a good little... s... slut," she whimpered.
          "Good, slut," he said, patting her head. "Now I want you to get down on your knees over there." He turned her and pointed to the rug nearby, giving her a nudge. She shakily padded across the floor, the three of them following.
          "Now kneel down here," Frank ordered.
          With a small hesitation, she lowered herself to her knees.
          "Now bend over, slut," Jack ordered.
          She hesitated even more, but then slowly bent forward.
          "More, slut," Frank ordered.
          "I... I can't," she whined. "I'll fall."
          "Bill gripped her hair and pulled back sharply, drawing a cry of pain from the girl. He pulled her head straight down, forcing her head way back, forcing her back to arch cruelly, shoving her firm breasts up and out.  Then he heaved her forward, smashing her down so her shoulders struck the floor painfully.
          "Stick that ass up higher," Bill snapped.
          "Higher, slut," Frank ordered.
          "Yeah, stick that ass out, you dirty bitch," Jack grinned. "And spread your legs."
          "Spread em', slut," Frank barked.
          "Pleeeeasssee," she sobbed.
          "Spread your legs, slut!"
          Her legs slowly shifted open as she sobbed in misery and shame. Bit by bit her pussy slit and then her puckered anus were revealed.
          "Wider. Wider!"
          "Now that's a nice pretty sight," Jack snickered.
          "Slut? Hey, slut."
          "W-W-What?," she whimpered.
          "I want you to beg Mister Jones to fuck your dirty cunt."
          "Oh, please doooon't," she sobbed.
          "Beg for it, slut."
          "I-I can"t!"
          "Beg or you"ll get the whip on this pretty little ass!"
          "Now!"
          "P...p...p...pleeaseee... fu... fu.. fuck.... meeeee," she whimpered.
          "Louder, and put more feeling into it."
          "P... please fu... fuck meee," she moaned.
          "Louder."
          "Pleeeeease fuck meeeee,"
          "Fuck you? Fuck what? Your cunt? You want Mister Jones to fuck your dirty cunt? Ask him then."
          She burst into a fresh wave of tears instead.
          Frank put his boot down on the back of her neck and started applying pressure.
          "Do what you're told, slut!"
          "P... please fuck me, Mister Jones!" she cried.
          "Again."
          "Please fuck me, Mister Jones!" she screamed.
          "More feeling, slut. I want to hear you beg."
          "Please, please fu...fuck me, Mister Jones," she sobbed.